Straggly hair.
Frumpy clothes.
Blue spirit.
Blotchy, dry complexion.
Discouraged, lazy attitude.
But in those
Gleaming brown eyes
In that toothless smile
I am home.
To her
For now
I am
Perfection.
Frumpy clothes.
Blue spirit.
Blotchy, dry complexion.
Discouraged, lazy attitude.
But in those
Gleaming brown eyes
In that toothless smile
I am home.
To her
For now
I am
Perfection.
posted by ccap at 2:18 PM
6 Comments:
i always loved the idea that to my sons, for at least the first part of their lives, i would be the most beautiful woman in the world. thanks for putting it so well.
Yes. Yes! Yes!! I too, would look into the eyes of my babies and see pure love and I would just eat it up. Until kindergarten when they discovered for the first time that there were other beautiful women in the world.
You are the sun, momma. An enormous beautiful sun.
Ah, lovely :-)
Suck it up while it lasts. Maddie told me last night that Daddy was her favourite :-(
Ain't it just the way :)
Yeah, Heather, that's why I said "for now". It's fleeting and as long as I have it I'm not letting it go. :-)
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